10/13/20 - Awake At 12AM

10/13/20 - Awake at 12AM

Ballroom dancing with a skeleton 

A girl with no face 

A pressure under my ribs 

A pain above my left hip 

Jerked out of it

Changed my space around a bit. Its color coded now. I need more green and yellow apparently

Welcome

About the World

Our story takes place on The Heart of the World In the center

Wonder climbs from snowy mountains to arid deserts, Jungles and plains all coalesce

Mystic, marvelous, unnatural The land itself wonders

Begin anew, Rise alongside her

Well-minded, rugged, and rich Come with stories to tell Dream of attaining better

Find opportunities endless.

Races of Aetheral

The spirit Alive in peoples who call home

Tradition, unison Beneath the eye of prosperity

Unique, wide-spread Backbone in art, science, war

Descend, Find a place, Prove their worth

Hail the Eld, Settle in all corners of the world Into the highest wood and deepest caves

Proud, There is little question to who has Conquered all

Born of the wishes of a goddess Magic in both body and purpose

Ambition despite tragedy

Thrive over the fallen

Connect to spirit Marked by war and strife,

Better the will of death, Towards which they march

I got to be part of something!

Literary Forest Magazine, a magazine with only two issues thus far and is entirely based on the internet has allowed me to be a part of it. It is a collection of poetry from those that are up-and-coming. They found mine here, on this Tumblr, and asked me what felt like ages ago. It’s a perfect birthday present, and where I can’t remember the name of the exact blog that asked me, I will thank Abbie Hart, Editor in Chief, since I’m pretty sure it is only owned and operated by one person. Thank you so much for the opportunity.  Link to the Magazine, Issue #2 (It’s almost all digital): https://literaryforestmagazineonline.wordpress.com/issue-two/

Hello, @purgatorypoetry​, I hope you don’t mind, but I did a blackout of our little conversation on my ‘Welcome’ poem.

Transcript for all that need/want it:

I feel so much This sort of New arrival to the world

A person born Pieces vivid and unique

(‘wonder climbs’) My perceived implication of The lonely and alien

A world so distant In spite of such beauty

I dont know if I came close

Sell me this world Like snake oil

Come problems Here, To the land of promises

Will I find beauty Or will I be more of the same?